[ trying to ignore jonouchi's change in demeanor isn't an effective defense against the realization that he's responsible for it. that's not what he was trying to do. he just wanted to see what would happen. he should tell him. no one needs to be harboring illusions of friendship toward him, least of all jonouchi. though friendship is probably too strong of a word, and the wrong one, if they're forced to take into consideration what they've just done.
seto swallows, twisting his other hand into the sheets of the bed while he traces the tip of his index finger from the base of his skull to the first vertebrae of his spine, careful not to let more of their skin meet, even accidentally. the uncomfortable burden of jonouchi's arms around his shoulders, squeezing, remains heavy in his memory, but the strange weight currently compressing his chest is different from the pressure of the hands that were braced against his body just moments ago. ]
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seto swallows, twisting his other hand into the sheets of the bed while he traces the tip of his index finger from the base of his skull to the first vertebrae of his spine, careful not to let more of their skin meet, even accidentally. the uncomfortable burden of jonouchi's arms around his shoulders, squeezing, remains heavy in his memory, but the strange weight currently compressing his chest is different from the pressure of the hands that were braced against his body just moments ago. ]